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My entry for Flickr Friday #multiply. This is one of my students who was willing to demonstrate multiplication in science class just for this photo. Taken at Rockfish Hoke Elementary School in Rockfish, North Carolina in Hoke County.
I got home late last night from TN and I'm really tired. Leaving for the beach tomorrow. So I think I know now why I haven't been able to get any jobs around here and it feels GREAT!!!!!!
(Yes I know, I said I wouldn’t post yet, but maybe there’s exceptions because I don’t have shifts today and on Monday. I hope you enjoy the prequel/prelude.)
The bloody feeling of shite smogs never felt great. May’s never been that cold. Backburners. Or that’s what they call it now.
Man: “Fancy some fun tonight? It’ll be worth your while…”
Rowena: “Piss off.”
Sentimentally, that’s what I’m doing, walking down the streets of London. Last two years were a tough cookie trying to help some damn clients fix things. When they didn’t pay me enough I worked as the bondswoman. I’d add hitwoman up the list given my skills—if I did I’d be interrogating a oil tycoon in a bar in Liverpool.
And now it’s full of scum. My last trip to France didn’t fare well on me, I should have chosen Hong Kong. That’s where ol’ gran was from. Love me some Cantonese too.
Second man: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,”
Rowena: And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimm’d;—“
Second man: “Alright, stop there. Pass. Ironic isn’t it, Rowie? The weather...”
Rowena: “Stop calling me Rowie, Jones. I didn’t like Shakespeare much...”
Jones: “Heh, Rowan. I prefer Row but Rowie sounds great.”
Rowena: “How’s it going with the lad over there?”
Jones: “Mate’s high on acid. Beware he might shoot some lasers outta his fingers.”
Within 30 minutes I’ve already met three different kinds of men on the street. There’s the drunkard, and recently the trippy one. Jones however, is someone different. A hacker for sure, he likes reciting poems and blabbering in riddles. Kinda like that DC villain.
Rowena: “Don’t call the cops. Be steady. We’ll let him lash out then stop him. By the way, you gonna upload that art right?”
Jones: “Sure fam. I got a hot minute. Might be against the rules, but people can see what she did at least.”
Rowena: “She’ll sue us for the painting...”
Jones: “C’mon Rowie, copyright’s not a big thing these days anymore. Kinda irrelevant. Least we’ll be labelled like Robin Hoods...”
Rowena: “Doing it for the charity fund then? She’s clincally braindead, no shite we can do either....”
Jones: “There we go. Bollocks our culture’s going downhill these years. I’ll click that button and share the art.”
If I knew it’s the best internet, it couldn’t be Flickr. Way to know that’s a shite site. Probably a online delivery to the Louvre gets it spread and her wife gets the rest from the testimony.
But anyways, I can’t be too sure if that guy’s a vamp. Or a lycan, but people call em lucans cos of the banned words. Government’s idiocracy slides through the textbooks too.
Not too soon. I think I sensed the fucker through my heat vision. He seems startled by Jones’ clock which shouldn’t have rang at this point. Fuck. We’re compromised. Now the bar is turning into the bloody fight.
Might like the sound of it even if he pulls out a gun, but I don’t care if the patron gets hurt. Lad owes me money too.
Jones: “You brought anything to the table yet?”
Rowena: “Absolutely. One of em owes me rent. I’m chuffed to see him here.”
Jones: “What are you waiting for? You got the axe ready yet?!”
Rowena: “Never say never.”
Then it’s gonna be a blast.
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"The Monreale cathedral and its cloister represent the largest concentration of Norman, Arab and Byzantine art in one place. True, Palermo's cathedral is larger, but Monreale's exists in something far closer to its original twelfth-century state. This wondrous place is much more than "just another church." If your impression of the overused word multicultural is at all negative, the effect of Monreale Abbey will convert you to another way of thinking.
Attached to the cathedral, the Benedictine cloister courtyard consists of 228 columns (paired, with four on each corner), some inlayed with Byzantine-style mosaic work, each supporting an ornately carved capital. The capitals themselves depict scenes in Sicily's Norman history, complete with knights and kings.
The capitals strongly reflect the Provencal styles of the twelfth century.
Carved into the capitals of the columns are all manner of Biblical figures, mythological scenes, quasi-heraldic elements, Arab warriors and Norman knights, as well as floral motifs and fauna."
Monreale, Sicily. 2018
I was headed for a spot just five minutes' drive away, but it ended up taking me 45 minutes to get there because I spotted this Red-shouldered Hawk along the way! I think they're not particularly rare, although they're uncommon this far north in winter, and we just don't get to see them very often, much less right in my own neighbourhood! I wasn't able to get very close due to the terrain and lack of cover, but I wanted to share my sighting with my family and friends. It was exciting!
Musée National de la Préhistoire - Les Eyzies de Tayac
L'homme de Néandertal, son enfant et un spécimen d'homo sapiens.
I'm not entirely sure how many I need for the social tote but any extras can be put to good use I'm sure. These little blocks are so addictive and so not as fiddly as I thought they would be.
For the full story and more photos, please see rally65.multiply.com/journal/item/120/Visita_Iglesia_Boho...
She pops into the bathroom
Just after a shower and
She plays with my makeup and creams
Keeps trying to look like me
And goes through the motions
Posing this way and that,
Holding it in,
If it makes you feel better, then knock yourself out
Say hi there to my bad body double
This is my bad body double trouble
Oh no, my bad body double, mmmhm
I've got bad body double trouble, oh.
She's trouble
She's trouble
She's trouble, alright.
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I manage to lose her
Shake her at a bar, in the gym for five minutes
It feels so good to be back to my own self again
Can get quite confusing.
We look very similar except she's got some grays and
A little extra weight on the sides
And dimply thighs,
I hear that stuff's a bitch to get rid off
(No, no, no, no)
We're having quite an intimate, personal moment (not now)
Could you maybe come at a slightly less awful time? (not now)
She can see I've got someone quite nice here with me
Can't we just be left alone...
I guess that's a no then
Seeing as you're still here
Seeing as you're still here
Here
It's not me, no
It's my bad body double
I got bad body double trouble
Oh no, my bad body double, mmmhm
I've got bad body double trouble, agh.
Bad body double, mmhm.
I've got bad body double trouble
Oh dear, my bad body double.
I got bad body double trouble.
She's trouble
She's trouble
She's trouble, alright.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She's trouble
She's trouble
She's trouble, alright.
Yeah, yeah, right there.
Can't shake her, Can't shake her, Can't shake her, Can't shake her
Everywhere I go, Everywhere I go, goooo
Can't shake her, Can't shake her, Can't shake her, Can't shake her
Everywhere I go, Everywhere I go, goooo
Say hi there,
To my bad body double
My bad, bad, bad body double.
She's trouble
I can't shake her
And I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.
She's everywhere I go,
I'm going to get rid
Of you once and for all...
Listening: Bad Body Double - Imogen Heap